Lies #3: Craniotomy

Chapter 1

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This fanfic is the third installment of the Lies series. Although reading the first two books (Lies #1: Panic and Lies #2: Father) is not required, it is recommended to read them first.

This fanfic contains disturbing topics. If any of the following warnings specify one of your triggers, do not read. Reader discretion advised.

TW: Gore, usage of uncensored swearing, mentions of rape, suicide contemplation, and murder.

This fanfic will also be on the shorter side when finished, at 66 pages (23,204 words). Do not turn away because of this, it will still be very descriptive and well written.

This fanfic is the third in the series and is centered on Logan Sanders. The following and preceding books are each centered on a different side. Also note that they go backwards in chronological order. The order of when the books take place is this: #4, #3, #2, #1, #5. Keep this in mind when future books are published.

That is all. Enjoy this fanfic.

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On a dim, chilly August day in San Francisco, California, traffic was thick throughout the streets of the city. The weather was mostly clear, but the silver skyscrapers made everything bleaker. In the south end of the city, in a single-bedroom apartment, there lived a 24-year-old man by the name of Logan Sanders.

His last name had not always been Sanders, of course. During his whole childhood and teenager years, he had felt a strange disconnect with his previous name. The moment he had turned eighteen he changed it to Sanders. He'd seen the name once when he was young- although he didn't know where exactly- and for some reason it felt important to him, so he'd chosen it to be his new name. The bills hadn't been an object, as by that point he'd already gone through a year of medical residency training and had more than enough money to pay. In fact, as of the current day he had only had a medical license for a year. Of course, that was to be expected- usually, people didn't get one until they were at earliest 29. Logan was special, though; he had started college at the age of 9, gone to medical school at the age of 13, and continued on to eventually earn his license in neurosurgery.

It was a usual occurrence for someone to ask, "Sanders spelled like Bernie Sanders?" Logan didn't mind being compared to Bernie Sanders, although he preferred Elizabeth Warren's more calculated approach to running the country. While Sanders had many goals he wanted to reach, Warren had plans to actually get what she wanted. Not only that, but a woman president was something Logan wanted to happen very soon. It would be interesting to see how a woman would handle certain situations as opposed to a man. Of course, with the presidential election almost over and Biden being the candidate for the Democrats, neither of the two Logan would prefer was in the running and he would have to settle for Biden. In the current moment, though, he was not thinking about politics but rather what tie he was going to wear to work.

The only spectrum of color Logan bought his ties in was blue, but that spectrum was wide. From the palest blue to the darkest indigo, he had all of them. Usually, on days when the weather was good he'd choose a darker blue and on more somber ones it would be lighter colored. This way, he would balance out the other hues of the world around him. It was also something that he felt he had complete control over; that was something he valued very deeply.

He was standing in front of a mirror, a tie in each hand. The weather was confusing today, which made his choice all the more difficult. Humming quietly in thought, Logan decided on the indigo one and quickly arranged it on himself. Then he turned and inspected the room. He always liked leaving for work with a clean space, so when he returned home he could relax without having to worry about clutter. His personal bedroom was the only room that ever got any bit untidy, as it was where he spent most of his spare time. Being a neurosurgeon, he had 40-hour weeks usually, so he didn't have all that much time to spend on other interests. But there were a few hobbies he did like to work on. Astronomy, coding- they both intrigued him. Logan's most time-consuming project, though, was connected directly to his job; studying whether a brain transplant could be successful. It was only a side project, though, even if his wonderings about it were what had inspired him to become a neurosurgeon.